Fuck yes.
She’d shut that shit down because she was mine.
I grabbed a towel for Harper and took my time to make my way over to her, watching the play of her toned muscles as I went. Her ass… fuck, it was a work of art.
I leaned against the window in front of her. She was breathing hard, sweat dripped down her temple. A smile tugged at her lips as she took her ear bud out again.
“Hey there. What’s your name?” I asked her.
She quirked a brow but kept on running. “Harper,” she replied, her voice catching as she breathed hard.
“Really? I thought it might be Angel since I think you fell from heaven.”
The stupid joke had her stumbling, and she slapped her hand on the treadmill’s control to slow it down. When she was walking at a cool-down pace, she said, “Are you trying to pick me up?”
I winked. “If you have to ask, I’m not doing it right.”
Her gaze raked over me in appreciation. “I’m sure you do it right. In fact, I am warmed up and ready to go,” she replied.
It was my turn to falter because I hadn’t expected that awesome comeback. My dick was instantly hard and gym shorts did nothing to hide it. I had to hold my towel in front of it. She saw the action and smirked.
I looked around. No one was nearby, but I stepped closer, resting my forearm on the treadmill. “You need it, princess?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
I didn’t look away from her, just reached out and grabbed the emergency release cord and tugged. The treadmill immediately stopped.
I handed her the fresh towel, and she stepped off and wiped her face as I cleaned down the machine for her. When I was done, I led her out of the gym, through the hallway and used my keycard to get into the stairwell.
As soon as the door slammed shut behind us, I tugged her around and into my arms. Kissed her. We were both hot and sweaty, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted her, and I wanted her here and now. I wasn’t pressing her up against the cinder block wall. I w
asn’t fucking her into the stairwell. So I broke the kiss, sat down on the steps and tugged her into my lap. She was breathing hard, and her lips were slick and swollen.
“Here?” she asked, glancing to the door. There was no window in it, and no one had a key pass but the residents.
“Here. Gray and Emory went to the ranch.”
That meant no one was going to interrupt us.
She met my gaze then stood, shucked off her shorts. I lifted up enough to push down my own, so my dick sprang free. “Shit. No condom.” I glanced up the stairs as if I could wish one would magically appear from my room.
As she dropped her shorts to the concrete floor, she said, “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”
I had to grip my dick it ached so bad. “I’ve never gone bare before.”
She set a hand on my shoulder to balance herself as she straddled me once more, keeping herself lifted, so I was at her entrance. She looked to me then lowered herself down. “Me either,” she breathed as she worked her way onto me.
“Fuck,” I breathed. She was hot and wet and tight and fucking perfect.
I never knew it could feel like this with nothing between us.
“Okay?” she asked me.
I frowned. “I’ve got my girl on my dick. I don’t want to be anywhere fucking else.”
I gripped her hips then lifted her up, pressed her back down. Then she took over, rocking and lifting, setting her sneaker-clad feet on the step to get leverage.
“Holy fuck, princess,” I said, dying of pleasure.